The Forger
Late. That wasn't anything new. A good book always caught his attention and pulled him from this reality and the responsibilities that came with it. He had no doubt there would be some kind of punishment, not that he'd bring his attention to himself. Instead, he'd watch for a moment. Studying. Learning. An interesting test. No, trial. He took out a book on his hip, idly jotting a few things down before stepping more into the room.
"Am I too late for the poison? Or may I take the trial as well?" A dull orange set of eyes focused on the Lord presiding, curious. Reserved. He ignored the groaning of the others around him. Their trials were there's, after all.
Darth Empyrean
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Ishani Dinn
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Melydia Gold
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Rax Tremira